After Huang Yi got the order, although he was helpless, he had to respond. Seeing that Uncle Zhu was finally safe for the time being, Zilong also slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Xuanyuan Po with a long sword: "This second thing, but another person is coming to ask you!"

"Hairy boy, is the old man a casual talker? It's really looking for death!" Xuanyuan Po heard this, his face changed suddenly, and he directly pulled out two short sticks, and his body moved, and he had already smashed his head and face towards Zilong.

Xuanyuan Po's stick method is extremely exquisite, and before Zilong was ready, he found that all the space around him that could be moved had been densely shrouded by Xuanyuan Po's stick shadow.

Zilong was surprised to find that in this set of stick methods, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder whistling, as if he was hit with a stick casually, and he would most likely be seriously injured.

However, the space in front and back, left and right, up and down, has been shrouded by Xuanyuan Po's stick method, and Zilong seemed to have fallen into a Jedi of ten deaths for a while.

From the outsider's point of view, they also found that Xuanyuan Po seemed to be a figure all over the sky in an instant, besieging Zilong together, before and after, left and right, the shadow of the stick flew up, and the energy that floated out of it directly smashed the square into a depression, which was not much worse than the previous Zilong's backward unloading force.

That airtight attack, everyone present felt that if they were themselves, they would only lose anyway.

Unexpectedly, everyone was not optimistic about Zilong, that is, when Qingxu Zhenren and others were ready to use the True Martial Seven Interception Formation and go up to rescue Zilong.

Just above this square, a vigorous and powerful dragon roar suddenly sounded, and then in the midst of Xuanyuan's impermeable attack, a golden and black sword qi lit up, breaking through the air, directly breaking Xuanyuan's attack.

Seeing this sword qi, the people of the black and white realms couldn't help but shout loudly and cheer for Zilong, but the people of the Demon Sect did not have any changes, they were just sinking like water, obviously full of confidence in their own lord.

And Xuanyuan Po also lived up to the expectations of the disciples, after being forcibly broken through the offensive by Zilong's sword qi, he let out a long roar and said with a laugh: "Okay!"

After finishing speaking, he pounced again, but this time he didn't use the cumbersome and complicated moves, just two short sticks echoing each other, one left and one right, one in front and one behind, constantly hitting Zilong.

Every stick he gave was like a shock, and people who were far away couldn't help but feel pain in their ears, as if they had been hit their eardrums.

And the strength of each stick can be superimposed by one point more than the previous one, and in the blink of an eye, no less than a hundred sticks have been swung, and no one dares to stand there within a radius of two hundred steps from the place where the two are fighting.

Zilong tried his best to use the Wuji Sword Technique, and he fought with Xuanyuan Po for nearly a hundred sticks, except for the first move, there was nothing outstanding anymore.

Every time the stick was hit, Zilong felt his heart tremble, and the true qi that had just been gathered could only exert five or six percent of its power.

In the end, when the sound of wind and thunder above Xuanyuan Po's short stick became more and more terrifying, Zilong felt as if his head was about to explode, and he relied on instinct to resist Xuanyuan Po's attack.

Qingxu Zhenren and others also saw Zilong's embarrassment, and immediately prepared to step forward, but unexpectedly, a sonorous and powerful, but clear and beautiful piano sound suddenly sounded.

The sound of this piano is like a silver bottle bursting, so that everyone is a clear spring flowing in their hearts, originally because of the sound of wind and thunder attached to Xuanyuan's short stick, and everyone is depressed and bored.

But with the protrusion of this piano sound, everyone seemed to slowly calm down. Zilong, who was fighting with Xuanyuan Po and was in crisis step by step, was also relieved under this sound of the piano.

After two more sticks, Zilong's mind gradually stabilized, and the sound of wind and thunder on Xuanyuan's short stick could no longer interfere with Zilong.

Just as Zilong was about to fight back, unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Po suddenly jumped back, put away the short stick, looked at the black and white martial arts people, and finally locked on the body of a woman in white, and said coldly: "What a song of laughing and proud of the rivers and lakes, you little girl, who is the Linghu family?"

The woman in white was naturally Xue Hanxiao, who played the piano sound before, cracked the sound of wind and thunder on Xuanyuan's short stick, and made Xuanyuan's advantage no longer exist.

I saw that she was already sweating at the moment, and it was obvious that she had just lost a lot of skill in order to crack Xuanyuan's thunder sound.

At this time, I saw Xuanyuan Po asking, and she was also with the help of the waves around her, and after slowly adjusting her true qi, she hugged Yaoqin, slowly stood up, and said loudly: "Little girl Xue Hanxiao, Linghu Daxia is my grandfather!

The Linghu hero that Xue Hanxiao is talking about here is naturally the peerless master Linghu Chong nearly a hundred years ago, and at this moment, she used a piano sound to make Xuanyuan Po unable to defeat Zilong, but it also showed her extraordinary means.

Xuanyuan Po heard Xue Hanxiao's words, couldn't help but nodded, and said, "No wonder, it's really someone from the Linghu family! Why did you interrupt my battle with this kid?"

Originally, if Xue Hanxiao didn't intervene, Xuanyuan Po would be able to surprise with the sound of wind and thunder, and he would be able to defeat Zilong with ten more sticks. It's just that now that Xue Hanxiao interrupted the sound of wind and thunder, Xuanyuan Po also knew that it was impossible to defeat Zilong with the sound of wind and thunder, so he had to give up.

"As the leader of the Xu League said, there is a person who wants to ask you some questions, and that person is a little woman!" Xue Hanxiao handed Yaoqin to Lang Chuantian, and then volleyed into the air, tossing twice, but he came to Zilong's side and stood side by side with Zilong.

Zilong got Xue Hanxiao's help, and when he saw Xue Hanxiao coming to his side, he immediately nodded to Xue Hanxiao, thanking Xue Hanxiao for his action just now.

Xuanyuan Po's sound of wind and thunder is surprising to use, and the first time he confronts him, most of them will have to suffer this dark loss. If the skill is insufficient, there is no way at all.

Originally, Zilong's skill was enough to resist the sound of wind and thunder, but Xuanyuan Po was extremely shrewd, and with that exquisite stick method, he dragged Zilong's attention, and then suddenly cast the sound of wind and thunder, Zilong was defenseless, and naturally fell into the hub.

Xue Hanxiao waved his hand, and after signaling that Zilong was not polite, he said to Xuanyuan Po: "The little girl has always had a few questions, and she wants to ask the Demon Sect Lord Xuanyuan seniors, and please ask the seniors to give advice!"

"Hehe! It's easy to say, it's easy to say! Linghu's descendants can ask me about the Demon Sect, but it is the glory of my Demon Sect!" Xuanyuan Po smiled coldly, nodded, and said, "Say! What do you want to know? As long as the old man knows, he will tell you!"

"The first question, once I caused the Fox family to be attacked by the Demon Sect, but your target was the Holy Skull, yes or no?" Originally, this question was obvious, the Ling Fox family had already left a testament, and this Holy Skull was the thing that the Demon Sect must obtain, but Xue Hanxiao wanted to get an answer from Xuanyuan Po in person.

"That's right!" Xuanyuan Po also replied cheerfully, "The holy skeleton is the holy relic in my holy gate, the most important!

The origin of the holy skeleton is strange, and even Fan Tianya has never figured out where this holy skeleton came from. Now this Xuanyuan Po said in public that this holy skeleton was a holy relic in his door, although there was no basis to prove it, but there was also no evidence to refute it.

At that moment, Xue Hanxiao nodded noncommittally and said, "Okay! The second question is, when the Demon Sword suddenly came to the door and asked for the Holy Skull, was it also instigated by your Demon Sect?"

"Boom!" Xuanyuan Po laughed strangely, looking at Xue Hanxiao with a smile on his face, as if saying that she was ignorant, after a while, when Xue Hanxiao was a little annoyed, he said coldly, "I just said, the Holy Skull is the holy relic of my Holy Gate, and the Demon Knife is actually the inheritance of my Holy Gate's martial arts, do you think he went to get the Holy Skull, what does it have to do with my Demon Sect, and what does it have to do with my Xuanyuan Po?"

Originally, Xue Hanxiao thought that even if Xuanyuan denied it, he would find other excuses. But now Xuanyuan Po suddenly said that his Demon Sect and Demon Sword seemed to belong to the same sect called the Holy Gate, but it made Xue Hanxiao a little confused.

Fortunately, Zilong already knew that whether it was the Demon Sect, or the Evil Extreme Dao excavated by the Crazy Knife, or even the inheritance that the Demon Sword won from Japan, they all belonged to the same martial arts organization that left the Central Plains at the end of the Tang Dynasty.

This organization is called the Demon Gate, and it is the Holy Gate in Xuanyuan's mouth. In this way, this Xuanyuan Po really didn't deliberately quibble, but told the truth.

But Zilong faintly felt that the matter of the magic knife back then should be related to the Demon Sect and even Xuanyuan Po. As Xuanyuan Po himself said, this holy skeleton is a holy relic of the Demon Gate, and it is what their Demon Sect wants to get the most, and the inheritance of the Demon Sword, in Zilong's opinion, was captured.

Therefore, the Demon Knife's desire to get the Holy Skull was probably provoked by Xuanyuan Po or the Demon Sect, and then it made a shot for Xuanyuan Po or the Demon Sect for no reason.

Although Zilong felt that this speculation was quite reasonable, he didn't have the slightest evidence, and he couldn't say it in public, so he could only listen to the next conversation between Xue Hanxiao and Xuanyuan Po.

Xue Hanxiao, who didn't know what the Holy Gate was, frowned, and after thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out, so he gave up thinking about the Holy Gate, and directly asked the next question: "Then how did my uncle, who is also the son of Linghu Daxia, die?

"I really don't know this!" Xuanyuan Po smiled and said, "That son of Linghu Daxia fought against the magic knife back then! And the magic knife, don't you know? His martial arts back then, but above me, how could he accept my orders? Therefore, how did the son of Linghu Daxia die, but you asked me in vain!"